kaka is a married man.He married some girl called Carol,as I was told. Wth.I shan't watch anymore brazillian matches.

Five more days till school.With the swiss trip and all,my holiday was considerably shortened.Thankgod I only have physics left. I hate physics:( and the dachangjin project.You know what. That has to be the most boring show ever.I didn't even bother to watch it cus the prospect of watching some woman cook and brew herbs bored me out before I could look for the tape.The school was smart to screen all the good parts like when she was young or when her taste buds died or smtg like that.Blah.

Last night I had the worst dream of my life.One of the worst. My dad dicovered this blog.oh shoots.I promised myself to delete it today,but ah,it was all a bad dream yes? At the worst case I'll move to some other host.Like wordpress.From what i hear from claire,its bloody good.With password lock.Whopee.

I had tuition today.My tuition teacher is the world's most self-loving faggot.I shan't type his name cus he might just google it since he loves himself to bits.He made me practise chinese infront of the whole class.It was chem class by the way. I don't know why he's so fascinated with the fact that I can speak chinese.Pfuit.He annoys me so.

Mum suggested we play scrabble before dinner.Highly unusual suggestion coming from the highly hysterical her.Alliteration here((: We played anyways,raised eyebrows aside.And she's a fabulous player.My brother is bloody slowwwwwww.Argh.

At dinner my actually-not-so-hysterical mother poped a bottle of sparkling white grape to celebrate. Celebrate what,I asked her. "oh nothing,"she said."except I'm so happy that ram tiwary is founded guilty of murder.Lets drink to that yes?"

And then she gave this really happy smile.What the hell?A weird reason to celebrate huh.she has been following the case super close.tsk.

My dad pops open bottles really well.It hit me heads once. So to create some atmosphere,my brother patted the wall and told my dad to aim for it.Then my mum became hysterical.

Because he left his finger prints on the newly painted wall.

And all throughout our one-hour dinner, she attacked every single itsy bitsy teeny weeny matter.Like my piano,the dogs' poop, the quickly emptying cookie jar(not my fault)etc etc etc.

I blame,not menopause,but ram tiwary.Hmpf.asshole.